Midget Sings

Here is a limb that catches the eyes
Mister, I am trouble, I am
Flies and sings and catches the sun
Ripples talk, ripples remember

There's a cage in the town
There's people don't know I'm around
There's a threat in the sound

The girls are understanding
And they'd truly like to say
Keep a rugged profile
And you're rolling in their hay

The boys have grown to like you
And they closely watch your game
If only they were older
Then they'd surely do the same

Take a look in my traveling bag
Mister, I am trouble, I am
Work and run and breathe things slow
Ripples talk, ripples remember

There's a cage in the town
There's people don't know I'm around
There's a threat in the sound

Deformed man hits small town
Sex jokes and innuendo, a murder